An existence like the World Tree was of a high level. It could transform between a physical body and nothingness.
Therefore, even a small vine could easily pierce through the barrier between reality and nothingness and send its power into the dimension where the magical elements existed.
It was the product of a large amount of magical elements. Compared to the Wizard, the World Tree was a better carrier of magical elements in the real world.
The vine in Jon's hand was cut off from the roots of the World Tree, and it had a strong ability to break through and absorb.
The roots of the vine gently passed through the Faraday cage set up by Cecatly and drilled to the side of the Weave.
Cecatly was the first to notice the abnormality, so the moment the burden was reduced, she left the space of consciousness and came to Jon's side.
"I need an explanation."
Jon had never seen Cecatly this serious before. In the past, no matter what happened, she would always be able to find a solution calmly. But this time, it was apparent that her life was at stake. She began to lose her composure.
"This … I really can't say. After all, I'm not too sure what happened."
Jon lifted his right hand and looked at the Bracelet of Silence that was entangled by the roots of the World Tree. He felt awkward.
Helga should not have left this thing for him to use at this time.
"What kind of explanation do you want me to give you? As long as you ask me a question, I will answer it. However, I can't say for sure. "
"You should at least tell me what this thing is."
"You mean this?"
Jon lifted his wrist and showed the bracelet entangled by the World Tree.
"Our family's totem, the foundation of the world, is the World Tree that exists in the world of my ancestors."
"Then what's the situation now? Could it be that Senior Hufflepuff wants to drag the Weave into her world? "
"No, you're thinking too much."
Jon said in a low voice. He was indeed rash. If he had reacted a little faster, this would not have happened.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret. If not for the World Tree's roots bearing the pressure, the two of them would not have been able to talk quietly here.
"This thing was left to me by my ancestors to protect my life. The reason why it suddenly acted up should be because it sensed that something was wrong with my condition, so it took over the thing that was troubling my soul and the pressure."
Cecatrice looked at him steadily, but said nothing.
She was thinking about the truth of Jon's words, and at the same time, thinking about how to solve this problem.
"If that's the case, I think I have a new suggestion."
…
Far away.
The Mediterranean Sea, on the east coast of a nameless island.
This was obviously a private island, and it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. However, the facilities here were still very well preserved. On a section of the island road, Grindvall was walking quietly by himself.
After crossing the guardrail, there was a cliff.
Under such a gloomy sky, there were no signs of danger here. After all, the cliff was close to the sea and the sky, and the color was similar.
Because it had been abandoned for a long time, this place was gradually occupied by some rich people. They spent a lot of money to strengthen this road, and finally it became what it was today.
These were the things that Grindvall had investigated in the past day.
This island road was once built for sightseeing. From this place, one could see the excellent sea view. Later, because it was abandoned, this road was transformed into a place for the rich to race.
And this kind of weather was the best choice for the thrill-seeking racers to race at high speeds.
In front of Grindvall, those car lights were like sharp swords, cutting the night sky into pieces. In the dusky sky, they highlighted their existence.
"Could it be that the highly developed technological society exists for these people?"
Hiding under the protection of magic, Grindvall naturally did not worry about being discovered, nor did he worry about being knocked down by those cars.
Unless those cars could fly, there was no possibility of them brushing against his shoelaces.
He had come here because he had chased after information about a secret cult. According to Cecatly, this cult was very likely to be a medium that the ancient Egyptian gods had prepared for themselves to harvest faith. And one of the key figures was also the source of funds for this cult. At this moment, he happened to be the owner of this little island where the car race was going on.
This time, he came here just to see what this rich man from the Muggle Society was doing.
But now, in his eyes, it was almost impossible to distinguish which one was the person he was looking for from the appearance of the soul structure.
They were almost the same.
They were like fireflies fluttering in the air. There was no difference between them.
They were clearly different people, so what kind of power could prevent these people from having the exact same soul structure?
Grindvall put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and stepped out into the sea breeze.
The water vapor condensed between the sea and the sky formed a stable floating level under his feet, carrying his body.
It appeared, and was crushed. It appeared again, and was crushed again. Grindvall's figure crossed the entire cliff and came to the yacht above the sea.
In the air behind him, there were no traces left.
After nightfall, the cold wind gradually rose.
The small flag on the yacht was fluttering in the sea breeze. On the yacht, those messy wine bottles and people stacked in groups of twos and threes made people feel that there was no place to look.
However, Grindvall was not surprised by such a scene. In the past, when the war was at its most intense, those soldiers were also unruly and unrestrained.
However, after arriving here, he felt much more relaxed.
Because he had found the target of this trip.
"One, two, three."
The people on the yacht fell down one after another. Grindvall casually opened the door of a room on the yacht and picked up a woman from the crowd.
This woman was wearing a tight suit, showing her good figure, but her scattered hair was messy and lacked layers, making her look a little embarrassed.
Grindvall did not expect that the investor of the cult he was looking for was actually a woman.
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